Before They Confiscate My Savings
They chose to follow the way of greed.
Now that beast limps,
And expresses a need...
I am encouraged to please!
'Where are you headed in such a rush? '
To the bank!
'Oh?
Seeking a second mortgage?
Or a loan? '
No.
Actually I am going there to offer them one.
Before they confiscate my savings.
The little I have left!
I don't want them laying another guilt trip on me,
About me being unpatriotic!
And I've already purchased my season tickets,
To Six Flags AND DisneyWorld.
'I understand.
I told my children their piggy banks were accidently broken.
They want to know what happened to the pennies?
I told them the tooth fairy needed them,
Because she was experiencing a shortage! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Apologies
The general offered
No apologies
He said the soldiers erred in judgement
They should have hired a hooker
No apologies
To the outraged japanese
No sorry little girl
The pigs just took her
Tireskids and teethmarks
What happened to this place?
Lawyers and loan sharks
Are laying america to waste
Freddie said that juan thinks, I think
Hes the devil
What a lofty title
For such a petty little tyrant
Bigger beasts abound
And they kick this world around
At this crazy speed
With violence and greed
Tireskids and teethmarks
What happened to this place?
Lawyers and loan sharks
Are laying america to waste
So what makes a man a man
In these tough times
As druglords buy up the banks
And warlords radiate the oceans
Ecosystems fail
Snakes and snails and puppy tails
Are wagging in the womb
Beneath the trampled moon
Tireskids and teethmarks
What happened to this place?
Lawyers and loan sharks
Are laying america to waste
The general offered
No apologies
song performed by by Joni Mitchell
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Confession / Take Me Back
Its May 1st, this day would be our anniversary
Thanks to me its nothing, but a memory
Our relationship lays broken
Due to words left unspoken
When i told you i loved you, i meant it
Its true
But if i did i wouldn't have done the things i do
You set it clear and straight
Told me i was the batter and that i was up to the plate
Its like a regular game, three strikes you're out
But i wasn't about it, i wasn't going to take that route
I have a confession
Its been killing me to say
It wasn't just twice, a couple times in a way
I knew it wasn't right, but the lust took over
I tried to stop, but it was like i was a controller
Each time it happened i felt remorse
I didn't want it to happen, i didn't want it anymore
But somehow i couldn't stop, so i chose to walk away
I didnt want to hurt you, not anymore not this way
I doubt you want to get together after what was said
But if you take me back it won't be a regret
I made my mistakes, i hurt you accidently
But please don't forget you mean eveything to me
Yes, i left because the guilt was getting to me
I've never been the type to cheat, I've turned into an enemy
I want to create something, i want to start anew
Bring it back to February 1st, where it was all brand new
I'm sorry for the mistake, i'm sorry for the good-bye
This time i mean it i want to be true
Happily ever after just me and you
No lies, no heartbreak, no cheating, no nothing
Just love and trust, all for something
Juliana, i love you this is all i know is true
I'm being honest with my feelings, so what are we going to do?
If you love me enough to look past that LAST MISTAKE
I want to take those feelings and make them great
poem by Zoby Cristal
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A tale i was told
Right as i was told their handwriting were'nt bold
so; our forefathers were sold
that their conscience they had sold
but to me; a fairy tale better not told
i was young
and the music seem dingdong
to me at dawn,
the story seem sown
not till i was told
it was a fairy tale better not told.
Unaware in the market; they haggle
to them, the reward a cry
and they saw no battle
but on this path, i dare not ply
To me; a fairy tale better not told.
What seem a tale
to me a dog without tail
on our fall i was
when the tale went on without a pause
to me a fairy better not told.
poem by Atimiwoaye Adetunji dayo
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A Tightwad Tooth Fairy Called Griselda
There was a tightwad tooth fairy
and Griselda was her name.
When you had your teeth out
and put them under the pillow
she would come along and pinch them
and leave nothing in return.
You would wake up in the morning;
look under your pillow for some dosh,
but under your pillow was empty there.
As you looked at the empty space,
you knew straight away
that Griselda the tightwad tooth fairy
had been about.
Complaints followed complaints
to fairly land
about this tightwad tooth fairy.
The fairy council
had never heard of such a thing.
A tightwad tooth fairy.
Oh, this could never be.
They had never had a case
of a tooth fairy leaving no money.
Something had to be done.
Griselda was called
and stood before the council
and asked to explain why
she was a tightwad
and left no money behind.
The miserly tooth fairy
thought for a moment.
She was saving some money
to buy herself a fairy yacht,
only it took a lot of teeth
to purchase one of them.
For her crimes,
she was sent to work with Santa’s Elves.
She sits in the toy factory
banging happily away,
because if the truth were known
she didn’t want to be a tooth fairy anyway.
5 May 2008
poem by David Harris
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Who Creates These Images?
Greed and excess,
Has produced less profits...
And success.
So those responsible,
For feeding this nonsense...
Seek to do their business,
On foreign shores.
So through exits...
Those feeding selfish needs,
With a seeking to stay afloat...
Had to go!
Leaving those excessively greedy,
Protesting about their rights...
To receive without limits.
And spoiled with the notion they are entitled.
And born to do as they wish and as they like...
For the rest of their lives.
'THAT's NOT TRUE! '
Yells the voice of reason and reality!
'WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO PAY ATTENTION TO ME? '
When the last of the pennies are taken from the piggy bank...
Why do people then get upset about pigs?
Who creates these images?
Maybe that is the reason for the lack of accountability!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Downsized and Seeking
I was once told,
I could be a bank president....
If I chose to be and wanted.
Instead of having my hands in toilet bowls.
And cleaning urinals until they gleamed,
Doing this for a company I ran and controlled.
But the one who expressed this,
Was into image.
And I was into,
A self determining ownership I myself held,
To hold.
And today,
Many banks are closed.
With many of those who presided as president,
Having been downsized and seeking a place,
Where there could be found reasonable rent.
And hopefully in a neighborhood,
That accepts embarrassments not easily convinced.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Little Piggy
A little way back
where the end meets the road
Turn your back
& I might reload
A bullet in your head
& one for your brain
Be another one face down in the rain
Little piggy, little piggy
what do you see?
You're lookin' at death
when you're lookin' at me
Little piggy, little piggy
what should you do?
I am the devil what's comin' for you
The moon won't sink
& the sun won't shine
I season my blood
with turpentine
Everything is true
when you know what's real
A (sick?) black dog
gettin' drunk on the wheel
Little piggy, little piggy
what do you see?
You're lookin' at death
when you're lookin' at me
Little piggy, little piggy
what should you do?
I am the devil & I'm comin' for you
I crawl on the ground
& I start to bleed
I'm the one you dream about
when you sleep
(Eyes of death?)
& bone in blood
Your lungs are freakin' out
when you're drownin' in the mud
Little piggy, little piggy
what do you see?
You're lookin' at death
when you're lookin' at me
Little piggy, little piggy
what should you do?
I am the devil what's comin' for you
song performed by by Rob Zombie
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The Premier and the Socialist
The Premier and the Socialist
Were walking through the State:
They wept to see the Savings Bank
Such funds accumulate.
"If these were only cleared away,"
They said, "it would be great."
"If three financial amateurs
Controlled them for a year,
Do you suppose," the Premier said,
"That they would get them clear?"
"I think so," said the Socialist;
"They would -- or very near!"
"If we should try to raise some cash
On assets of our own,
Do you suppose," the Premier said,
"That we could float a loan?"
"I doubt it," said the Socialist,
And groaned a doleful groan.
"Oh, Savings, come and walk with us!"
The Premier did entreat;
"A little walk, a little talk,
Away from Barrack Street;
My Socialistic friend will guide
Your inexperienced feet."
"We do not think," the Savings said,
"A socialistic crank,
Although he chance just now to hold
A legislative rank,
Can teach experienced Banking men
The way to run a Bank."
The Premier and the Socialist
They passed an Act or so
To take the little Savings out
And let them have a blow.
"We'll teach the Banks," the Premier said,
"The way to run the show.
"There's Tom Waddell -- in Bank finance
Can show them what is what.
I used to prove not long ago
His Estimates were rot.
But that -- like many other things --
I've recently forgot.
"Advances on a dried-out farm
Are what we chiefly need,
And loaned to friends of Ms.L.A.
Are very good, indeed,
See how the back-block Cockatoos
Are rolling up to feed."
"But not on us," the Savings cried,
Falling a little flat,
"We didn't think a man like you
Would do a thing like that;
For most of us are very small,
And none of us are fat."
"This haughty tone," the Premier said,
"Is not the proper line;
Before I'd be dictated to
My billet I'd resign!"
"How brightly," said the Socialist,
"Those little sovereigns shine."
The Premier and the Socialist
They had their bit of fun;
They tried to call the Savings back
But answer came there none,
Because the back-block Cockatoos
Had eaten every one.
poem by Andrew Barton Paterson
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Economy is a savings-bank, into which men drop pennies, and get dollars in return.
quote by Josh Billings
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Piggy
Hey pig
Yeah you
Hey pig piggy pig pig pig
All of my fears came true
Black and blue and broken bones you left me here i'm all alone
My little piggy needed something new
Nothing can stop me now
I don't care anymore
Nothing can stop me now
I just don't care
Hey pig
Nothing's turning out the way i planned
Hey pig there's a lot of things i hoped you could help me understand
What am i supposed to do i lost my s**t because of you
Nothing can stop me now
I don't care anymore
Nothing can stop me now
I just don't care
Nothing can stop me now
You don't need me anymore
Produced by: rick rubin
Engineered by:david sardy & david schiffman
Guitar:dave navarro
Beats:kim bullard
song performed by by Nine Inch Nails
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Raven Saving Phoenix
She told me about
a dream she had
She swooped down to earth
And the Phoenix she did grab
She started to fly him
Out to the stars
And the Raven’s pleading
Fell upon deaf ears
He begged her not to do this
The broken Soul laying in her hands
Would not withstand the vibration
And it would certainly be his end
And still it didn’t matter
For her truth she meant to seek
the beguiling laugh coming from her
Made the Raven start to speak
She continued to fly
Determined to know
“Did you write these words?
Tell me or I won’t let go”
And so the Raven
Said “Tis I
The one that writes you”
He worried his friend would die
And I wonder its truth
What the Rave did say
Because of her actions
And the way it did play
When she told me this dream
My breath was taken from me
For I understood what happened
And she was too blind to see
In complete desperation
The Raven stood to fill the gap
And told her what she needed to hear
So she would give to him his friend back
A person that could do that
Could jeopardize a Soul
Because they selfishly want
A truth somehow to know
A person that could do this
Scares me deep inside
Perhaps it best my friendship
Is now to her denied
My Angel The Lover
Once I saw an angel with a broken wing,
a piece of heaven was left alone,
this angel had no force to go back.
My angel then told me he needed me,
My answer was,
I am no angel you can trust on.
He told me that he needed me to stay alive,
that maybe I was no angel to him,
but that I was his own piece of heaven.
With a broken wing, laying on the ground,
I saw through his dark inocent eyes,
my angel became a lover,
and I became the beloved one.
This couldn't happen.
He was an angel, I was demon.
I was going to hurt him,
But he no longer fear that,
the only thing he could take care of was his love.
My heart broke into pieces,
but while the pieces were falling I understood,
I am no angel,
but I could love..
Suddenly I felt in love with the angel,
''The lion felt in love with the lamb''
The demon became angel,
a lover,
another being...
Love can make us change,
it can heal wounds,
and create new ones too..
It will take us to new places,
it will have no pride,
It will have no prejudice,
love will only happen,
and as my angel,
sometimes we have to break a wing,
to reach what we love.
poem by Ana Lia Zaldivar
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Packing Up Our Dreams
Packing up our dreams today
Told that we must move away
The bank just took our house
Funny don't know how it all went so wrong
When we got the loan
Back in better days
Now all the jobs are gone
Thought we could hold on
But the bank won't help in any way
They got their money from Uncle Sam
Investing it in other lands
To Hell with Us is what they say
I pray someday God takes from them
Like they did to us today
poem by David Kush
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I Wish My Own Uterus Was Left Alone
Didn't I tell you not to use,
That kind of language 'inside' this house?
'Yeah, but mommy...
Daddy uses it inside, outside,
And 'everywhere'.'
And tell me this,
Why is it you rush to the mailbox...
When the mailman comes everyday.
What's going on?
'I'm waiting for a letter from the President.
I wrote to ask him a question.
I want to know why he hasn't replaced my piggy bank.
With the money I had in it.'
Didn't I tell you your father did that?
'Yeah but daddy said if it wasn't for the President,
The gas prices wouldn't be high.
And he would be able to buy his own cigarettes.'
The President had nothing to do with your father's actions.
'Tell that to daddy.
He said he can't wait to vote him out of office.'
And what do you think the President will say about that?
'I don't care.
I just want my money and my piggy bank back.'
I wish my own uterus was left alone.
Without debating over who stays and who goes.
Pretty soon we'll need permission to use the bathroom.
'Huh? '
Don't worry about it.
Trust me.
What you have and how it's used...
Will 'never' be up for debate.
'Mommy?
Nevermind.
I don't even know what to ask.
I'll just wait to get my letter from the President.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The (Not-So-Great) Bailout of 2008
Gather round children,
as I tell the tale,
Of how all the banks
started to fail.
About how the government
bailed out the rich,
Rather than the poor,
which would have been a switch.
People were greedy,
for something called cash,
Brokers on Wall Street had plenty,
so what they did seems rash.
And so they started
robbing regular people blind.
That's how America (and the World)
got into a bind.
The banks began approving loans for homes,
to anyone who might need.
The value would go up,
and you could re-mortgage indeed.
People started spending
what they never had.
The way money was their religion
was awfully sad.
People would spend thousands of dollars,
On luxury items and diamond rings,
While poor children went without
food, braces and things.
The world was on a bubble
about to break.
Still banks pushed loans and investments
with ratings that were fake.
The economy crashed
like a run away train.
Regular people watched as their savings
and retirement went down the drain.
The president and congress
fearing another crash,
put together
a bailout plan fast.
They reasoned, if we don't fix the economy
the whole ship will sink.
'You don't understand, ' they claimed
the world is on the brink.
And so the government taught future generations,
handing (the rich) a bone,
That's it's okay to spend
more than you own.
poem by Joseph DeMarco
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Something Happened
Something happened
I just don't understand
Something happened
It's making me feel mad
Something happened, you don't hear about
Oh, please that never did before
Something happened
I just don't understand
Something happened
I just don't understand
Something happened
It's making me feel mad, oh
I never saw this on TV
I never read it in no book
ahh
Something happened
I just don't understand
hey, baby, something happened
I just don't understand
something happened
I just don't understand
something happened
I just don't understand
something happened
I just don't understand
something happened
Something happened
I just don't understand
Something happened
It's making me feel mad
I thought I knew a lot of things
but I don't know a thing, oh, oh, oh
Something happened
I just don't understand
The things I hear and see
don't seem the same
The things I touch and feel
are forever changed
I've never felt this way before
and I hope I never do again
Something happened
I don't know why or when
oh, something happened
I just don't understand
something happened
I just don't understand
Doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo
something happened
Doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo
something happened
Doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo
something happened
Doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo
song performed by by Lou Reed
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We Take Mystery
Confiscate letters like d.e.b.
No natural course of things for her to expect
Withdraw the feelings 'you can, you can't'
I called your number as you told the world
Something is wrong
There is no longer any normal to me
You're my assassin but you can't see the crime
Pointless possessions of me & you & greed
I looked at you mistaking needles for eyes
Something is wrong
song performed by by Gary Numan
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Beget, Regret, Disloyal Sway...
Beget, regret disloyal sway...
Beyond all greed, of greed, this day.
Manly greed, stings all men...
Be this one, the one's, all sin.
How frozen, be man's left, unpardoned, guilt...
Of all the men, and woman's, blood, spilt.
Delay, the guilt, leased life...
Pray up to God, for less strife.
poem by Michael Gale
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You Are Deserving Of The Best
Turn around and look at me.
Nothing on my face expresses,
I've come to you with a concealing message.
I did not appear here expecting forgiveness.
I came to you wanting to,
Show my respect.
I take full responsibility,
For the neglect I had shown...
When then I left.
Please,
Turn around and look at me.
Nothing on my face expresses,
I've come to you with a concealing message.
I want to reveal to you,
My immaturity has gone.
I came back to town to let you know...
No matter what has happened,
Between us...
I want you to hear me say,
It was me...
Not you,
Who had been the one wrong!
I've been wanting to tell you that,
For so very long.
Turn around and look at me.
Please?
Nothing on my face expresses,
I've come to you with a concealing message.
If I have to deliver it on my knees,
I will.
Only happiness in your life,
I wish for you to seek and fulfill.
I've come to you to express my respect.
And to let you know,
You are deserving of the best...
Of what life has to offer.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We Take Mystery - Early Version
Confiscate letters like d.e.b.
No natural course of things for her to expect
Withdraw the feelings 'you can, you can't'
I called your number as you told the world
Someone is wrong
Someone is wrong
I'll find the answer, you'll take mystery to bed
My sister coma she was always too shy
You told the story crying 'darling too good to last'
You taste of love just like the sex smell of me
Someone is wrong
There is no longer any normal to me
You're my assassin but you can't see the crime
Pointless possessions of me & you & greed
I looked at you mistaking needles for eyes
Someone is wrong
You are slow poison that glows in the dark
Such isolation is good for the heart
We will take mystery to bed for the night
song performed by by Gary Numan
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